0.48
Aug 7, 2014
Nov 20, 2007(18y)
Nov 20, 2026(79d)
Combat
Kills2,094
Losses92
Efficiency96%
ISK
Destroyed894.00b
Lost10.28b
ISK Eff.99%
Solo
Solo Kills26
Solo Ratio1%
Final Blows275
Combat Points2,094
Other
NPC Losses4
NPC Loss Ratio4%
Avg Kills/Day0.31
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Gallente
0.48
Last Active
Aug 7, 2014
Birthday
Nov 20, 2007 (18 years old)
Next Birthday
Nov 20, 2026 (79 days)
Combat
Kills2,094
Losses92
Efficiency96%
Danger Ratio96%
ISK
Destroyed894.00b
Lost10.28b
ISK Efficiency99%
Balance+883.71b
Solo
Solo Kills26
Solo Ratio1%
Final Blows275
Combat Points2,094
Other
NPC Losses4
NPC Loss Ratio4%
Avg Kills/Day0.31
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
ODE - Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy - (1844 - 1881)
We are the music makers, And we are the dreamer of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams; World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems.
With wonderful deathless ditties, We build up the world's great cities, And out of a fabulous story We fashion an empire's glory: One man with a dream, at pleasure, Shall go forth and conquer a crown; And three with a new song's measure Can trample an empire down.
We, in the ages lying In the buried past of earth, Built Nineveh with our sighing, And Babel itself with our mirth; And o'erthrew them with prophesying To the old of the new world's worth; For each age is a dream that is dying, Or one that is coming to birth...
We are the music makers, And we are the dreamer of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams; World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems.
With wonderful deathless ditties, We build up the world's great cities, And out of a fabulous story We fashion an empire's glory: One man with a dream, at pleasure, Shall go forth and conquer a crown; And three with a new song's measure Can trample an empire down.
We, in the ages lying In the buried past of earth, Built Nineveh with our sighing, And Babel itself with our mirth; And o'erthrew them with prophesying To the old of the new world's worth; For each age is a dream that is dying, Or one that is coming to birth...
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No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Aug 2014
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PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -